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[6am]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PHIL CONNORS. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 020.22.473.65 *** goodweather has joined 020.22.473.65 <goodweather> You have reached the chatroom of Ryslig's favorite weatherman, Phil Connors <goodweather> If you're contacting me for business deals offer me a price first <goodweather> But if you're looking for a more "fun" time, I'm all ears. ;)

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<soundsurfer> backdated to the 26th-27th

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[Beat's still not feeling right in the head, not enough to return to leave the safety of the house, but he's well enough now to focus on typing. So that's what he does.]

sorry

im so sorry

i got lost in the woods looking for the moose thing

it was intelligent when we first got here it spoke to us about something

id been goin in up to that an not gettin lost and figured i could go in further

i don remember coming out or bein found but i woke up at home an wid them all givin me a run down on how i was

im sorry to have worried you i didnt think id be gone fer so long

<goodweather>

[6am]

[Phil doesn't respond for a long time.

Beat will probably find this unusual. He's usually pretty fast to respond to these sort of messages, especially after sending Beat an increasingly worried series of texts his way.

In reality Phil noticed the text pretty soon after it popped up, but he almost immediately closes his laptop after reading what Beat had to say for himself. He's not sure if it's more because he didn't want to deal with this situation right now, or that he was being petty for Beat leaving him hanging to find a moose. That he murdered his boyfriend because he wanted to find a moose.

Either way it's a couple of hours before Phil finally replies, His texts are short and curt.]

Well, what's done is done, I guess.

It's not like I can turn back time and undo everything.

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[soundsurfing]

[The time it takes to receive what little Phil sends back at first puzzles Beat. Especially the abrupt nature of the response. Then it creates a tight knot of guilt in his stomach.

What had he done.

He writes, and erases, so many things before settling on a simple:]

what did i do to you

<goodweather>

[6am]

[There is another lengthy pause, only lasting a half hour this time. Phil examines the healing bite wound Beat gave to him. Sure he got roughed up badly, but it was nothing he couldn't recover from.

There was something more glaring that he struggled with.]

It's not about what you did to me.

It's about what you did to Rev.

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[Oh god, oh no. The thought chases itself around his head like a dog after it's own tail. Oh god, oh no. Not Rev. Oh god, oh no.]

oh god

what

did i do

[He doesn't want to know, he has to know.]

<goodweather>

[6am]

It was my fault.

I brought you back to my place since I had some extra bones in the fridge to spare; I figured you were acting this way due to hunger.

[There is another pause before he submits the final message.]

Instead you mauled Rev. And left his corpse.

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[That takes Beat a while to process. Not because he doesn't believe Phil but because he has no memory of it. Phil found him? He was actually in Phils apartment? Rev was there? He's trying so hard to pull something up out of the black abyss but there's nothing.]

im so sorry

holy fuck im so sorry

[Didn't even eat him, just mauled him.]

<goodweather>

[6am]

Well like I said, it's not like I can undo what happened.

[He doesn't have the energy to get angry. He's just sad about this whole affair, and as much as he wished he could just get over it, this wasn't a situation where he could just take an apology and move on.]

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i cant either but i can

think of some way to make it better

maybe

[He has no idea how to make it better, how do you make it better. He went and did something stupid, like he normally does, but this time it wasn't just him he hurt in the end.

It was people he cares about.]